My Life

Beardsley's hoof, like a conversion of something
The flapping Lindenberger, hair, shorts and all
Providing exotic escapism, or escapist exoticism
To the fat kid at the back

When Saturday comes, the emphatic scorelines
Reeled off like Biblical texts
Providing mistaken pastimes, and false hopes
To the mop-headed myopic

Cavalier or roundhead? The heart says one, head says t'other
Cynics and bosses resound 'why bother?'
All gets ground into Saturday tea
The clock watching mystery pants shitter

Bad parents say the Daily Mail
Is it we or the neighbourly Gestapo
Praying to false gods amidst human sacrifice
Or the joy of festering farts

Fluid thinking and autosuggestion
In pure Dickian stylee
From Reykjavik to Interlaken
The shaven apes work to exclude